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I could rule the world, or burn it to the ground,

potential thunders in my soul, frightening with its, myriad possibilities,

the thin line always, tippy, tippy, tip-toed, egg shells cracking underfoot,

as rage, deeper than the ocean, wider than the sea,

grows itself in the quiet, preparing, tendrils reaching, grasping,

gathering, silently.



Waiting, always waiting, for the time, of times, to come,

tippy-toed lines, egg shell indecisions, fall away,

the time to fly, or the time to burn, the time to live beyond the fall,

or die, and lose it all, the time to try, to bring the world to its knees,

the time god will watch, crying, cried, cry, silently.



For a time will come, the time, when my fury shall shake the world,

unmaking old, breaking new, destroying everything, we ever knew,

when those inner shields at last give way, when they fall,

the fury over lives I've lived, lived so I could die,

will roar forth, raging to fill the void, embrace everything, all.



The time to be, a thing of dreams and fairytales,

or the ender, the culmination of our sins, the one,

from which, god shall avert his face in shame,

light and darkness, combined in equality,

depravity, unmatched, matched, only by the good,

in a soul so divided, the truth is never an answer,

to any question, of our devising, so lost, so devoid,

never knowing, always fearing, capabilities barely glimpsed.



I hunger, for something, a feeling, an emotion, a place, a person,

the naming of, the feeling of, my tongue and mind, can never say,

each step, along the way, each person met, each hope uplifted,

each time, hands raised, I mouth my useless dreams, as I pray,

each person, another betrayal, pretty betrayer, words mouthed,

made meaningless, with hypocrisy, and weak wills, pathetic minds,

speaking, saying, promising, what weak hearts, fail to deliver.



Failure.



Disappointment, replaces belief, and a little more of my light, dims,

yet no one feels shame in the taking from, or the damning of, my soul,

no, it's about you, always is, no matter what you're given,

that which was entrusted, no matter, to you.





Always, giving a little more, watching, you take a little,

until you decide to change the rules, never explaining,

never caring, what destruction, you cause. Always.



And you're sucking, killing, the light inside of me,

when you and your ilk manage, to snuff it out,

there will be a darkness, such a darkness,

that you would scream and claw, at your eyes,

the end of one, the beginning of something,

this world isn't yet, ready to see.



But you will be able to rejoice, because with your selfish disregard,

your inability to listen, or care outside yourself, you'll get to be,

the proud parent to such a spawn, that your place in hell,

is all but guaranteed.